trusted, expected community to be a positive experience, but like anything humans touch it can be twisted, distorted, and used for long-term ha
I wanted to say a lot, dont think you need it.
I understand what you mean about humans twisting and distorting things. It can be pretty bad and horrible.
Thanks.
I'm at a point in life where I'm tired of the BS. Tired of manipulation. Tired of domestic abuse. Tired of sexual assault. Tired of being told that these things are my fault and my responsibility. All this from people who accuse me of avoiding self-reflection, but fail to look in the mirror themselves. Tired of being 'in communion' with people who make excuses for and protect individuals who harm me.
The answer continues to be, leave. I'll keep to myself. I might be broke and close to eviction and homelessness, but it's clear that I can't stay either. I don't have the community, others do. Even if someone from 'the tribe' were to sexually assault me, if the community believes that me speaking up and raising awareness is a problem and not sharing valuable information to 'the tribe', I am once again the problem. Because the group decides who the problem is. Whoever has the power and influence in the tribe is most likely going to 'succeed'. Sexual assault means nothing because I'm not 'in' the group. Which begs the question- if I never belonged, why should I stay?
Being isolated or dead is better than drowning myself to fit other people's expectations and molds. Better than crumbling and shrinking to withstand other's projections. My own unhealed stuff will follow me, sure. Some level of 're-enacting' is to be expected.
But literally being followed, manipulated, and pressured to see if my abusers and their support can hit a psychic breaking point? To test me? To make me suffer? To see if I'll relapse? To test my willpower? To see how far I'll push my morality, how deep I'm willing to sink the knife when retaliating, how much information to expose? To watch what I'll do? To 'prove' I'm not the moral compass that was lost to the winds? That I was unworthy all the long?
I wear my healer hat more often than I realize, but when I work on my trauma, the hat comes off.
When I write to process, the censor comes off.
When I go to therapy to process trauma, the censor is off.
It's not for those who crumble under verbal abuse.
It's not for the faint of heart.
It's not for those who fear me.